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Clark's dislike of Bob Dylan has been well-documented throughout TC.
He should do a YouTube rant of the things he doesn't like. That might be a 6-hour video, though...
He should do a YouTube rant of the things he doesn't like. That might be a 6-hour video, though...
Gus wrote: "Ignore message 1720..."
Intentional or not, this is pretty damn funny Gus. I don't really dislike him THAT much. Just wanted to see what you'd say.
That born-again thing he went through back in the late 70's though... Now that was funny.
Intentional or not, this is pretty damn funny Gus. I don't really dislike him THAT much. Just wanted to see what you'd say.
That born-again thing he went through back in the late 70's though... Now that was funny.

Hell, it's like Iggy fancying himself a jazz singer, Joe Strummer's bright idea to cozy up to world music, Kiss writing a concept album ("Music from the Elder"), or Jagger's falsetto and spoken section during "Emotional Rescue" (you know, all that crap about "Tonight and every night, I will be your knight in shining armor coming to your emotional rescue"). Do enough cocaine and anything looks good on paper.
Joni's persnickety, that's all. She has exacting standards about music and her preferences, and if you deviate from those preferences, she gives you shit for it.
There's that story of how she reduced Alanis Morrisette to tears after Alanis wrote her a fan letter. Joni's response to that letter, from what I read, was un-fucking-believably cruel.
Mind you, I adore Joni Mitchell, but she suffers too much from a case of having to tell people what she REALLY thinks. Sometimes keeping your mouth shut helps.
There's that story of how she reduced Alanis Morrisette to tears after Alanis wrote her a fan letter. Joni's response to that letter, from what I read, was un-fucking-believably cruel.
Mind you, I adore Joni Mitchell, but she suffers too much from a case of having to tell people what she REALLY thinks. Sometimes keeping your mouth shut helps.

And I don't think there's any call for being rude to fans.
But again, she wrote "A Case of You", so she has earned her right to extra opinions.

Don't we all do this at times? Gus, I think overcoming the urge to preach your truth is the secret to growing old gracefully.
I agree, Cynthia. But I've also heard "the truth" as spoken by older people; they don't feel the need to edit themselves anymore, even if they come across as viciously insensitive.

I agree. It's the overcoming the urge to pontificate/self-editing that is key.



I'm too tired for some long-winded treatise but if you've ever been to a Dave Edmunds show and not had the night of your life, someone should check you for a pulse.
Ridin' In My Car - She & Him
Post Modern Sleaze - Sneaker Pimps
California - Quasi
Come Back To Me - Utada
Imagine - John Lennon
Overkill - Lazlo Bane
Lost Without Your Love - Bread
Careless Whisper - Seether
Post Modern Sleaze - Sneaker Pimps
California - Quasi
Come Back To Me - Utada
Imagine - John Lennon
Overkill - Lazlo Bane
Lost Without Your Love - Bread
Careless Whisper - Seether


noah and the whale - 2 atoms in a molecule
the kinks - 20th century man
hudson mohawke - 30
the flaming lips - 35.000 feet of despair
jamie t - 368
edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros - 40 day dream
death cab for cutie - 405
we yes you no - 475.2
ponoka - 4:15 to amsterdam
mgmt - 4th dimensional transition
janine wrote: "the kinks - 20th century man"
Great song from a great album - "Muswell Hillbillies."
Great song from a great album - "Muswell Hillbillies."

Still the high-water mark against which all Cheap Trick albums should be measured, if the band's 1977 debut had touched down in 1965, “16” and "Tiger Beat" would be telling us about their favorite foods, colors, and TV shows, everything from their bleeding typeface logo to the juxtaposition of tailor-suited, world-weary men of leisure Robin Zander and Tom Petersson against hopeless mooks Rick Nielsen and Bun E. Carlos all but guaranteeing an army of screaming pre-pube POW’s ensnared by a combination of guts, gimmicks, guffaws, teen-pop excitement and middle-age lechery, followed quite quickly by mass-audience megabucks.
Zander certainly does his part to keep everyone guessing, occupying a different voice in just about every song, which run the gamut from violence to suicide to teenage sex, changing guises from a guy who has to pee really bad after a long car trip (“Hot Love”) to confused, misunderstood and mad at the world (“Taxman, Mr. Thief”) to the moderator of a combined Thorazine addiction/Tourette’s Syndrome symposium (“The Ballad of TV Violence”). Whatever the circumstance, he’s dumb enough to describe raging hormones in heroic terms, a choirboy in a strip club who doesn’t quite know which way to turn.
The money shot of “Cheap Trick’s” pie-eyed, metal-studded power pop chaos arrives as the last ringing chord of the Terry Reid cover “Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace” segues into massive chord cruncher “He’s a Whore,” which cooks with gas, a knot of histrionic urgency and St. Vitus Dance downstrokes that has nowhere to go and even less time to get there. Throw in the glitzy, bubble-packed “Oh, Candy” to cleanse the palate and pulverize your brain into Cool Whip and - voila! - you’re ready for an after-dinner snooze.
So this is how legends are born.

Still the high-water mark against which all Cheap Trick albums should be measured, if the band's 1977 debut had touched down in 1965, “16” and "Tiger Beat" would be telling us about their favor..."
I saw Cheap Trick warm up for AC/DC some time around 1978? It was hard-core bliss. "Surrender" is still my favorite.


get well soon - if this hat is missing i have gone hunting
beck and the flaming lips - outro
the moldy peaches - helen keller
múm - they made frogs smoke 'til they explode
the flaming lips - kim's watermelon gun
loney, dear - i got lost
the welcome wagon - half a person
fleet foxes - your protector
nick drake - three tours
crookram - i saw you

timesbold - any lethal storm
ellen page and michael cera - anyone else but you
the moldy peaches - anyone else but you
fleet foxes - anyone who's anyone
the kinks - ape man
the flaming lips - approaching pavonis mons by balloon (utopia planitia)
simon and garfunkel - april come she will
the flaming lips - aquarius sabotage

Breaking Benjamin- Lights Out
10 Years- Russian Roulette
Hypnogaja- They Don't Care
After Midnight Project- Scream for you

"Barb wrote: Pink - Funhouse..."
Please, Barb, I'm begging you... Don't tell me. This isn't a cover of the Stooges' song of the same name, right?
Please, Barb, I'm begging you... Don't tell me. This isn't a cover of the Stooges' song of the same name, right?
Barb wrote: "Nope - not the same."
Whew...
In Detroit no one can hear you scream.
Whew...
In Detroit no one can hear you scream.
Rest easy, Clark, it's not the same.
Actually, that's a pretty cool song, provided you can stand Pink, which I know some people can't.
Actually, that's a pretty cool song, provided you can stand Pink, which I know some people can't.


phosphorescent - here's to taking it easy

the mynabirds - what we lose in the fire we gain in the flood

sage francis - li(f)e

Gus wrote: "Rest easy, Clark, it's not the same.
Actually, that's a pretty cool song, provided you can stand Pink, which I know some people can't."
The only thing I can identify by her is this song that my daughters love, something like, "Na na na na na na na, I'm gonna start a fight."
That shit is enough to drive me Nike cult/BTK killer/Octomom crazy.
Actually, that's a pretty cool song, provided you can stand Pink, which I know some people can't."
The only thing I can identify by her is this song that my daughters love, something like, "Na na na na na na na, I'm gonna start a fight."
That shit is enough to drive me Nike cult/BTK killer/Octomom crazy.

emily haines & the soft skeleton - detective daughter
peter bjorn and john - detects on my affection
raphael saadiq - detroit girl
beck and the flaming lips - devil's haircut
vashti bunyan - diamond day
david bowie - diamond dogs

The Joneses operated in the same distant quadrant of the galaxy as the New York Dolls, more piqued by junkiedom, boredom, desperate love, death, destruction, and mental illness than any earnest concern for social issues. No worried men with worried songs here. Although some of these riffs are old enough to collect Medicare, this self-conscious bit of career consolidation is packed to bursting with guitars that somehow manage to simultaneously shoot for the moon AND the gutter and dance you around until you’re worn out, blazing, bastardized licks heisted from Chuck Berry via Johnny Thunders, diabolical, droning string bends, and snotty, detached vocals galore.

Maybe it was the doomed marriage to Carlene Carter, who once famously spoke of putting the “cunt into country.” Those eyes, lips, and legs are more than enough to ruin any man and leave behind a quivering, drooling, mouth-breathing, protoplasmic pile of space junk. The cover of "Musical Shapes" still makes my knees wobble.
One quick listen to any Nick Lowe album after, oh, “The Rose of England,” and it’s obvious that quality was no longer job one at Casa Lowe, the man formerly known as “Basher” more concerned with exposing his grey matter going up in flames, trying to live up to press accolades which had him hoodwinked into believing he was a serious singer/songwriter, and fleecing a loyal fan base with a series of dour, entirely forgettable albums like “Dig My Mood” and “The Convincer,” than writing a really good song.
Thirty years ago, however, Lowe didn’t know any better, a snapshot in time exposing a pub fly content with crafting songs that twitched with the type of loose jangle and clever, warped wordplay the term “power pop” seemed invented for (if, uh, Pete Townshend hadn’t used it to refer to “I Can’t Explain” during an interview more than a decade earlier), lending a rough, ragged hand to the likes of Costello, The Damned, and The Pretenders as house producer at Stiff, and avoiding the curse of taking himself seriously.


15 mighty fine tracks by moslty dutch (and flemish) artists, except for jack peñate, patrick watson, beirut and chris chameleon.
jack peñate - spit at stars
fixkes - vraagetaan (<-- flemish)
johan - coming in from the cold (live)
hospital bombers - devil's music
scram c baby - being around
patrick watson - the storm
spinvis - alina
the kevin costners - lack of sun (<-- saw them opening for band of horses)
beirut - nantes
lpg - billy (<-- local pride, but not their best song. i like their "cheapest video ever made" for their song sparrow, very cute (it has bears!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGHdxb...)
chris chameleon - klein klein jakkalsies (<-- south african)
the madd - i saw abba
zzz - grip
the tellers - hugo
easy aloha's - lachgiraffe (<-- about a giraffe that can't stop laughing, and neither can i when i listen to this song, brilliant)


timber timbre - s/t

and now i'm listening to
john dear mowing club - melleville

listen to those cd's (all legal of course) here:
http://3voor12.vpro.nl/luisterpaal/42...

Y'all know I'm gonna play. Here's my last ten from my shuffle...
Too Gone-The Connells
St. James Infirmary-Van Morrison
Peace Child-Course of Empire
Poor Man-Old Crow Medicine Show
She Towers Above-Alejandro Escovedo
Down and Dirty-Shannon McNally
Weekend Wars-MGMT
Kinda I Want to-Nine Inch Nails
Dans LesMisers-Lost Bayou Ramblers
Perfect Kiss-New Order
Just got that new Black Keys album. I think it's one of the best album covers I've ever seen. Also nice to see that really funny interview Dan and Patrick did with Rolling Stone. I hope the Black Keys become the biggest band on Earth. Seriously.
Also, if you haven't heard The National's new album, High Violet, do yourself a favor and go get it RIGHT NOW.
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